I just got snazzy new glasses, so I took pictures.

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You’ve heard of apple pie. You’ve heard of chocolate pie. You’ve even heard of key lime pie. But have you ever heard of cake pie?

We celebrated my sister’s fifteenth birthday today. Since she is one of the most pie-obsessed people you could ever meet, she wanted a pie. However, she was hesitant to completely abandon the idea of birthday cake. What to do? She finally decided to combine them. My parents and I thought that her idea would turn out very badly.

We cooked both a pie crust and a chocolate cake, then spread frosting on the pie crust. The cake was broken into pieces and placed in the pie shell. Three candles were stuck on top and told to multiply themselves by five. And you know what? When accompanied by bacon-flavored coffee ice cream, cake pie is actually pretty good. I couldn’t resist taking pictures.

My father gets the shaft in our family. He’s the only male (I have one sister), the only non-vegetarian, and the only big sports fan (though my mother sometimes watches football with him). He’s the most-ridiculed member of the family as well. He takes all this very, very well. Thus, we tried to have a very nice father’s day in his honor.
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I have completed my masterpeice! Math pants! The math on them isn’t very advanced, because I’ve only had through trigonometry and didn’t want to use anything I don’t understand.

They include the first 2,014 decimal places of pi, the first 40 terms of the Fibonacci sequence, Pascal’s triangle, Sierpinski’s triangle, lots of random trig equations, the rules of logarithms and exponents, some equations having to do with sequences (both geometric and arithmetic), matrices, graphs of trig functions, a diagram of all the types of numbers (irregular, natural, complex, etc.), some graphs of conics, an 8x8 magic square, a program I wrote for my graphing calculator, and some geometry equations (<3 geometry), among other things. I love them, and fear the washing machine. How well does permanent marker hold up?

Edit: For posterity’s sake, I will link to livejournal entries that link to this blog entry: Here and here.

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Ah, my car. A ‘95 Ford Taurus. Sort of old, sort of damaged, yet I love it still.

I always hated this car, until it became mine. It was a family car until my parents bought a new Civic. Since it was barely worth anything for trade-in, they decided to let me use it instead of junking it. I was (and still am) grateful for any car at all.

When I first started driving, I tended to mix up the brake and gas pedals when I got nervous. I hit whichever one my foot happened to be on. Sadly, three days after I got my permit, I mixed them up in my driveway and slammed the front right corner of my car into the bumper of our other one. That corner got very crunchy. A few weeks ago, I was slowing down for a stop light and the hub cap from the same side just fell off and rolled away down the road. Now one corner of my car, as you can see in the picture, looks like a wreck. The rest of it is fine.

Well, not fine. The air conditioning is broken, which means the vent can only blow hot air; it’s the bumpiest car I’ve ever ridden in; and it squeaks constantly. But it drives me from place to place and hasn’t broken down yet, so I love it.

I tend to grow fond of almost everything I own. Ugly things, things that don’t work, things that part of me hates. Their imperfections make them more attractive because they’re my imperfections. They grow on me.

All my car needs is a name. I haven’t been able to come up with a good one yet. My graphing calculator is named Geoffery, my cell phone is named Anathema Device, and my future laptop is named Newton Pulsifer. But my car? Nameless. Alas!

When I was younger, I painted my nails all the time. I used to walk to CVS with my friends and buy bottle after bottle of Wet & Wild nail polish. So many bottles! So pretty! Then, a few years ago, I decided that my hands didn’t look like themselves when my nails were painted, and never did it again. Consequently, I have tons of of old, barely-used nail polish in a drawer in my room. I’m thinking of selling it on ebay.

Same goes for make up. I got a ton one Christmas and used it for a few months before deciding that it wasn’t worth the trouble and I hated not being able to rub my eyes.

I have millions of bottles of lotion and shower gel and that I’ve accumulated over the years, too. My relatives buy them for me for Christmas, or they did. It’s the universal teenage girl gift- don’t know what to buy? Get her a pretty set of glorified soap! And I’ve only ever talked to one person that wanted all that. I was planning to send her all the stuff I got last Christmas, but for once I didn’t get any.

Really, I just wanted an excuse to play around with the digital camera and post pictures.